Mysterious woman freeing slaves

[Raven Credale]

It is rumored that in various cities where slavery is allowed, a hooded woman with tattoos is seen freeing them and giving the slavers a run for their money. Rumor has it that there is something unnatural about her as she moves with a certain speed unknown to them and there has been no report of anyone being killed. Yet those who attempt to stop her are immobilized by the woman. The description her is also rather curious. Glowing purple eyes, tattered monastic robes of the Old Order, a tarnished badge of sorts on her cloak of a Gargoyle. Some of the freed slaves follow her to a safer location, while others set out on their own.

But what is more curious is the fact, the woman seems to walk as though she has seen the worst of what mortals can offer yet refuses to bow to the fact. When one freed slaves asks her about it her only response is "There are far worse things to face than what happens in the material plane. Pray you never get trapped like I did."

[Raven Credale]

Rumors slowly spread of this woman in hushed tones. Rumor has it that there is a town somewhere in a forest where the freed slaves can go. It is said that to find the way there, one simply needs to look for the signs. What the signs are, no one is sure about really. One says it is gems embedded into the trees, another says there are cuts made into them, and a third says the way there is to wait for the woman to show you.

Rumor has it, that this mysterious woman hums a tune when she draws near. It's faint and sounds haunting. Those who have I'll intentions or if they're the slavers come to reclaim 'property' they're met by the woman but everything is not at it should have been with the freed slaves. Rumors say, that the air around her grows heavier. The look in her eyes are absent of mercy and full of a darkness not even the Underdark could mimic. Some say that when she is like this, a reaper hangs over her with a sinister grin and scythe at the ready. Those who cannot handle this pressure either flee and never return or are never seen again.

The freed slaves have come to call this woman, Heb. On account of her usual smirks and sassy quips when she is not facing some opposition.